"Can you make bread?"
"No."
"Then I s'pose you think I'll make your bread for you while you are here?"
"I do not think about it," said Rotha with spirit. "I have nothing to do with it. My aunt sent me here. If you cannot keep me, or do not wish to keep me, that is your affair. I will go back again."
"What did you come for?"
"I told you; my aunt was leaving home."
"Joe says, there's fish in the brook that'll jump at a fly made o' muslin—but I aint that sort o' fish. I didn't engage to make no bread for Mis' Busby when I come here."
"Shall I write to my aunt, then, that it is not convenient for me to stay here."
"You can if you like, for it aint convenient; but it's no use; for Mr. Purcell don't care, and Mis' Busby don't care. I'll make all the bread you'll eat; I guess."
"What do Mrs. Busby and Mr. Purcell not care about?"